Wanting My Hated Bully Stepbrother

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t a fridge with a loc

d Emma standing on the other side of t

d back down at his phone, scowlin

o be his room, in Tripp’s house. Kash, who’d taken over Xavier’s

lock because he knew

the fridge, and now they’r

ded a

oot. “I only have so much for groceries a mo

s like a yo

daddies who throw money

e wave of anger th

f you think that’s w

st. “Who’s the one who got a new car for his six

was at a stoplight,” Xavier bit out. “And it’s not like Dad bought me a new one. He

o hard having a literal

at life is like at my dad’s,” Xavier said

who doesn’t give a shit about yo

haking as adrenaline poured into his nervous system. “You thi

h her full time while you got to disappear

an’t you be more like Emma?” Xavier pitched his voice to mimic his mom when she was berating him for not being

to get a fucking scholarship because I knew Dad and Crystal wouldn’t

an asshole one who

’t gotten knocked up and broken up my family, the

Xavier took a step closer to him, so his k

daddy and his

a fraction of that mo

ve me shit. The courts ordered him to pay for school. All that child support that was supposed to go to me was spent on everyone but me. You thinks a f

got your ch

m talking when they thought I wasn’t home. They spent my child support building your college fu

ot a sch

expenses? Your books and supplies? Your allowa

ou.” Emma shook her he

I graduated. And not even before. Notice how I got shoved into th

ere full time. And the attic is

d that was when I couldn’t weasel my way o

tic is

to use a space heater in the winter so I doesn’t fucking freeze to death, then fans in the summer so I d

ad a l

I strung up so I could do my homework wi

ou ever did a

e you.” Xavier flopped back down ont

for his grades. He had been diagnosed with dyslexia when he was ten, but his mother and dickhead dad

ed to keep his grades high enough not to get i

mma never saw him stud

knock

e fuck i

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ats,” Xavi

l my apples and orde

stood and went

up. One perk of living in a place with zero security wa

’s got

back my

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ing hat

dinner over to the small ki

sniffed the air, a lo

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e an a

ou’re

no

n apples when you gi

don’t know what you

rite hoodie suddenly disappeared? You expec

have left it on the

, not a pair o

l full of

e comeback there, Em

he was glaring daggers at

r name, i

is, Xa

ier slid into a chair and pulled the

ack my apples if I give

is chopsticks.

so ann

the hoodi

her room, mutterin

er open and stirred the n

to him and threw the hoodie

ant on the table?” Xavier lifted one eyebrow at h

me back m

in

container and stood. “Don’t even t

of it.” Emma bat

e cursed as he spun on his h

his dick up, and he hated that he co

the fridge key to unlock it and grab the stupid apples. Wh

s in one hand and his drink in the other, a

d with my stuff?” Xavier held the bag of apples up.

the chopsticks back into the noodles and put Xav

hungry.” Xavier th

r a moment but ma

her chin out in a way

off again.” Xavier advanced toward her. “You’d

ck

He stared at Emma’ mouth. “Y

don

You’re wet and slippery

les, tried to crossed her

on’t stop you from le

hard, her eyes wid

touch you. I bet y

don

vier stepped into her personal space, so t

wallow

wan

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all

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. “I could have you any time I wanted. You’d let me fuck you, wouldn’t you?

bling as Xavier gently li

d I’m h

ha

nd stepped back. “Ne

breath, her expressio

e an a

like it’s a ne

he chair and picke

gh

d stomped into the kitch

e of chicken and will

damn respons

ted nothing more than to shove her onto the table and wring o

Teasing Emma was fun. Fucking wit

hurting her, which he might do

ole, but he wasn’t